feeling, is the very reason why this will work. Neither of us will ever lack for anything from you. Neither of us will ever feel un-loved. Neither of us will need anything more , b ecause you love us both completely. Because you make us complete,” then he leaned down and began kissing me. Filling me with every ounce of love he had, and then some. He gave me his love. He gave me his strength. And he gave me exactly what I needed: a distraction. Before long, this was no longer a loving kiss , t his was a hungry kiss , a passionate kiss . One that ignited the fire in me and instantly had me realiz ing how long it had been since we had been together. I growled and pushed him onto his back and quickly threw off my clothes. I pounced before he had time to finish undressing, and he laughed at my impatience. I straddled him, kissing his lips, face, chin, neck, as my nails dug into his chest and his hands and hips worked at getting his pants off. When I finally felt his hard length spring free and slap my backside, I couldn’t wait anymore. My thighs lifted my body just high enough to feel him brush against my wet folds and then slid myself down into heaven.
A few hours later, as I lay in his arms dozing after he had sent me soaring over the edge more times than I could remember , I mumbled, “I don’t feel quite so hungry right now.”
“I know. That was the plan. It’s possible to turn the hunger for blood into hunger for something else , at least for a while.”
“Really? Well, then by all means, please do that , a lot , t ons,” I whispered .
“As you wish, my love,” he said as he pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek and I quickly drifted off to sleep.
The hunger came back at three a.m ., w ith a vengeance. My eyes flew open and took in my surroundings. If not for Matt’s arm around me, I would have flown out of bed, out the door and off into the night to hunt, without thinking twice. But even in a sound sleep, his grip was firm enough to make me hesitate, which then cleared my head. I heard a noise coming from the other room and I tensed. I gently rolled out from under Matt’s arm and pulled on his t-shirt that I had pulled off of him and tossed to the floor during our earlier love making . I quietly closed the bedroom door behind me then smiled when I heard the microwave ding in Carlos’ room. He seemed to know I was there and he knew exactly what I needed. Of course he did. I should have known that. He p ok ed his head around the corner, held up a few bags of blood and said, “Hungry?”
I flew into his arms, pressing him into the counter in his kitchen, and kissed him hard. “Drink,” I growled as I began kissing and nibbling his neck.
“Excuse me? Don’t you want some?” he groaned.
“Yes, but not from the pints. You feed. I ’ ll take what I want from you ,” I smiled at him then began kissing his chest. I began moving lower as my hands slid into the waistband of his sweatpants. I worked them down over his hips, smiling as I had to stretch the band even farther to get it passed his now throbbing erection. I kept moving lower until I was on my knees in front of him. I licked my lips as my hands wrapped around him then I moved forward, swirled my tongue around the glistening tip then slid my lips down the shaft as far as I could go. I repeated this as h is hands fumbled between the fridge and the microwave as he heated more blood, “Jesus, Sarah. You’re driving me crazy. Oh God,” he groaned as he pulled out four more pints and quickly drained them. In one fell swoop, he bent down, scooped me up, turned around and set me on the counter and entered me. I could smell the blood in him and I wanted it, bad. I kissed him hard as he cupped my butt cheeks, pulled me off the counter and carried me to his bedroom. I threw off my shirt as he began thrusting into me, but he kept holding his neck away , a lmost like he